Bridge Kingdom Novels & Stories

Its narrow, tapered shape—usually built from reinforced concrete or steel—supports the fan‑like cables that keep the deck suspended. The whole bridge was lit up with different colors of lighting, turning the waterway into a moving LED while also brightening the scenic view of the Lagos lagoon. Nelly was busy taking pictures while I had pulled myself from the charm of the iconic bridge. I dipped my hand into my pocket and went down on my knees, something I never thought I would ever do in this life. I opened the mini velvet box and snapped out the diamond-gem-engraved ring, holding it between my fingers.

Eleanor said the word that was her word for the hills. “Yes," I said. "Just like that." Nick's POV Luke found the river. Of course he did. Within the first week of moving to the smaller city he had located every bridge within cycling distance. There were four. He rated them in order of structural interest and reported his findings to me with the seriousness of a researcher presenting data. “The oldest one is the best," he said. "It has cast iron components from the original construction. Most of the bridges you see now use those components as decorative elements but this one has them load-bearing. The engineer who designed it knew what they were doing."

A narrow stone bridge crossed a deep river cutting through the forest. Or rather... What remained of it. The center section had completely collapsed into the rushing water below. Workers from a nearby village stood helplessly along the riverbank. Several wagons filled with grain and medicine waited on the opposite side, unable to cross. An elderly foreman hurried forward. "Your Majesties." He bowed deeply. "We're terribly sorry." Nova looked toward the broken bridge. "What happened?" "The heavy snow weakened the foundation." "It collapsed this morning." "Has anyone been hurt?"

for a long moment he didn't answer. Then his expression darkened. "It's not a warning." My stomach tightened. "What is it?" Ezekiel brushed dirt away from a section of stone, words appeared beneath. Not symbols, but actual words. Old but readable, Tyler moved closer. I followed closely behind incase he fell. The message was simple and short. Yet it made my blood run cold. The False Bridge walks east. Nobody spoke. "What?" Matthew said, frowning. Ezekiel uncovered another line. The True Bridge has already awakened.

Julian didn’t look up. He fed another twig into the fire, watching it catch. “We need to stay sharp,” he murmured. “Lazarus wasn’t exactly sure what happens on the bridge.” He sat back on his heels, eyes narrowing at the thought. “Said not many have made it across… and if they did, they didn’t come back.” A pause. “The bridge is hexed. Designed to keep people from traveling further. To protect what’s beyond. To trap what’s already crossed.”

“I cannot even see the end of it.” The bridge stretched out into the distance to the point where there was no end in sight. I could still see the palace towers from a far distance, which made me believe Nate might’ve been right. “I read it is only about twenty minutes,” Dylan said. “If we shifted, it would probably be even shorter.” Trinity’s head whipped to him. “Shift? Won’t the bridge snap?” One of the men laughed. “These two bridges have been standing for centuries, girl,” he said. “They are made of some of the strongest stone in all of the world.”

- Look around, are there any other women dressed in white? - Hey calm down! - He smiled - Pleasure,I'm Caio! And I don't know whether to congratulate you or to give you my condolences? - It can be both - I snorted - Who are you, a friend or relative of the groom? I don't know you! - You don't know me but - He raised his eyebrow and held out his hand - You must have heard of me, I'm Caio Amorim, your brother-in-law!

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

Stermons stand up still as the prince approached the bridge. He fingered every single bone and frowned. He walked firmly on the bridge while his hands are resting on the handlebars. They knew that, just by looking at his face, he did not like it. When he reached the end of the bridge, he pulled out the gem that decorates it, and it collapsed in the lava. Even the fruit of their hard work was destroyed, the stermons remain blank as the prince continues his walk.